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(M/f; time: 21 minutes) A longer film, always a pleasure with this actress. ‘Jasmine’ has made a travel booking error which has cost John Osborne 3000 pounds non-refundable. He is very unhappy of course.

“Is there anything I can do to make you happy?” Osborne catches the drift, but no way will be get into sex with her. “You’re not going to sack me, are you?” Osborne suggests some old fashioned discipline. “Spanking?” Osborne wonders just how much 3000 quid would buy on the call girl market and how to convert that currency to corporal punishment. “We’re looking at 10 sessions…bare bottom.”

The set is a very nicely appointed office–some care was taken, a far cry from sheets pinned over windows. “Are we talking hard spanking?” asks Jasmine. As always with her, the acting is fluid and credible. Most of the dialogue here seems comfortably ad-libbed. She is one of those models who can keep chatting while her bare bottom is offered to the breeze. Jasmine begins by bending over standing. Osborne smacks her skirt. “That’s what a woman’s body is for,” declares John. What Bottoms Are For, the British slogan.

She drops her skirt, she is going to cooperate. Nice little bikini print panties. Osborne tells Jasmine he is not being aroused. She bends over a chair. Now he wants her top off–cute little black bra. She does a twirl for him. Bra off, and he takes her knickers down, reminding her of the 3000 pound debt.

He clears off a table. “I want your bottom high in the air.” Now he uses a hairbrush. Jasmine says she is liking this. She twirls for us, flashing a proud mohawk trim. Very cute stuff. She dresses slowly, lots of bottom. We’d like to see the next 9 appointments.

(M/f; time: 13 minutes) The detectable ‘Jasmine’ squirms on her bed, bored, on the phone with a girlfriend, grounded by her guardian, counting little chocolates she has lifted from John Osborne’s cache. She wears a little striped sun suit, one of those minimal outfits, like the pastel housedresses at XEROTICS, which in a CP film must come off.

Osborne discovers his stash has been raided and calls for Jasmine, who terminates her call, comes downstairs and denies. Gotta love those Glasgow accents. She knows where this is headed. He wants a confession. “If I find any wrappers, it will be the cane…I’m going to get the biggest cane I can and thrash your ass.” A lot of slow talking here before Jasmine is grabbed OTK. “Again?” she whines.

He takes her shorts down. There are no panties. Standard spanking…albeit nothing with Jasmine is routine. She gradually kicks her shorts all the way off. “You’re going to get the hairbrush as well.” She is sent to get it, again flashing that fastidious mohawk. For the smacks, she has to thank on each one, with one do-over to get it right.